He was a polished gem,
she, an uncut diamond.
He could be fitted into any setting
where he would shine & be prized,
even as she would cut down the houses
of those who threw stones at her.
She read the obituaries,
he, the arrest records.
She wanted the satisfaction of knowing
that she’d outlived her frenemies,
even as he needed to know
that the peers he’d pegged
as “Least Likely to Succeed”
had fulfilled his prophecies.
He was law school,
she, beauty school.
He kept her out of jail,
& she kept his clients
looking like respectable citizens.